A/N: Not often I get the chance to do a female Commander smut~ Been wanting to do something with Gascogne for a while now; her robotic, curious nature lends herself well to smut. Plus she's as cute as a button~
Enjoy some wholesome lewds~
Comprehension
''Hm~ hm~ hm~''
The merry humming of the Commander was clearly audible in the otherwise empty hallway, one light step after another carrying her back down towards the office. Sunlight spilled in through the windows lining the right wall, briefly warming her legs as she walked past and brightening the cheery smile on her lips, the humming tune briefly growing louder as a result.
It was a Thursday; near the end of the day, and most importantly near the end of the week – the thought of finally being done with office work for the week a welcome relief. She was already bouncing at the prospect of slipping into some more casual clothes and snuggling with her living teddy-bear Laffey, or playing some games all morning with Ayanami, or asking Belfast to pamper her all day; the possibilities were endless.
As she mused the merry opportunities in her mind the Commander turned the corner, her office doors a few steps away – when she laid eyes on a familiar blue-haired Battleship. Gascogne. The robotic young woman was stood by one of the windows, peering out it with her nose squished against the shiny glass and her golden eyes peering out down towards the seafront, most assuredly earning the Commander's curiosity.
''What's up?'' The Commander chirped as she neared. ''See something nice outside?''
Gascogne blinked, leaning back from the window and turning to look at her. ''Correct. Sightings down at the artificial beach has acquired Gascogne's attention.''
The odd, robotic manner in which Gascogne spoke had always been a bit of a challenge to get used to, not helped by the way she referred to herself in third person, but the Commander had acclimated to it somewhat over the previous months. Partly due to her own efforts to help Gascogne integrate herself into the base and 'understand' her colleagues more, including things like leisure activities. Part of it though was also down to Gascogne's cuteness.
It was hard to not fawn over someone who had all the common sense of a... well, robot. Teaching her the most basic things was entertaining in its own right, even when it had rather unexpected consequences. Such as teaching her to cook.
She still didn't quite understand how Gascogne had turned a bunch of potatoes into a chocolate cake, but it was delicious all the same.
Shaking off the amusing memory the Commander meandered up to the window and peered out it, scanning around slightly until Gascogne tapped on the window, pointing down towards the beach. Truthfully it was more a sandy stretch than a proper beach, the length of sand only half a dozen metres wide and covering half of the base and no more, but it was more than enough for some of the girls who just wanted to feel some sand on their feet and sunbathe without having to leave the base.
And down by the artificial beach was Atago and some of her sisters; Takao and Choukai wearing bikinis whilst Maya stood on the seawall with a flat expression, still dressed in her uniform as her three sisters tried to convince her to get changed as well. The interaction, amusing as it was, didn't seem like it'd be something that Gascogne would pay such mind to.
''Do you want to speak to them?'' The Commander hazarded a guess.
Gascogne tilted her head. ''Desire to interact with Takao-class low, though not out of dislike. Attention relegated to items of clothing.''
The Commander blinked slowly, trying to connect the dots. ''You... like their bikinis? Is that it?''
''Interest in such clothing above prior levels. Intrigue on whether one exists to fit Gascogne.'' The robotic woman relayed. ''Purpose of wearing it unknown.''
''Well, you wear them to the beach since it'd be too hot wearing regular clothes.'' The Commander tried to explain, smiling sheepishly. ''Plus, some people like to try and get tanned, so exposing more skin helps with that.''
''Unable to decipher purpose of 'tanning'.''
''It's... um, for cosmetic purposes?''
Gascogne tilted her head. ''Understood. Purpose of tanning noted.''
The Commander shook her head, smiling. Gascogne really was a bit of an odd girl, but a sweet one beneath the layers of stoicism. ''Why don't we go get you one then? There's plenty of stores that sell different kinds, so we can find you one. You could try tanning too if you want.''
''Analysis. Tanning unneeded for Gascogne.'' The Battleship then looked over at her. ''Gascogne would not be opposed to acquiring beachwear, however.''
''Oh?'' The Commander beamed. ''Do you wanna go to the beach then? We could take some others too, and you could see what's it's like?''
Gascogne bobbed her head. ''Gascogne desires that, yes.''
Smiling brightly the Commander took Gascogne by the hand, pulling her into her office – any thought about work happily shelved for later, with a look through some magazines now taking priority.
Until Sheffield later came by and pulled her by the ear back over to her desk, unheeding of her pitiful whines.
X-x-X
By the time Saturday arrived the preparations for a beach day was complete, and the Commander took Gascogne and a small ensemble of Ship-Girls to the nearby beach.
It was a good day for it too. The sun was out, the wind was cool but not chilly, the sky a cloudless blue – perhaps because of that the beach was fairly populated by regular civilians too, the chaotic sounds of the beach omnipresent across it. Some of her Ship-Girls had already gone to the sea, merrily playing about or building sandcastles by the shore, whilst others were quick to pick out some spots and sunbathe with sunglasses over their eyes.
The Commander herself remained further back, keeping an eye on her subordinates from the changing rooms; leaning against the wooden wall as she waited until Gascogne finished changing. The robotic girl naturally was taking longer to get changed, never having worn a bikini before, but the Commander didn't particularly mind.
As if summoned by her thoughts the Commander felt the wooden wall behind her vibrate lightly, followed by a monotone voice coming from the other side. ''Commander, Gascogne requires your assistance with changing.''
''Ah, understood.'' The Commander pushed off the wall. ''Give me a second~''
With a merry smile on her lips the Commander slipped inside the building; a row of thin wood doors on either side, leading to various small changing rooms. A thatch room hung overhead, providing some much-needed shade and with small gaps near the top of the wall, providing some airflow for those changing. Civilians went in-and-out of the various doors, some stopping to chat with one another whilst some relaxed in the shade, panting and fanning their faces.
Stepping past a boy currently fanning himself with a magazine the Commander reached Gascogne's door; opening it and sliding it open just enough to get in before promptly shutting the door behind her, locking it with a dexterous twist of her fingers. The open nature of the changing rooms meant that it didn't mute the sound much, but the shade combined with the cool temperature left the small cubical feeling oddly pleasant; a quiet respite from the busy sunlit beach.
''Commander, assistance required.''
Then there was Gascogne. Standing there, a pair of black bikini bottoms hugging her waist with a thin white sarong joining it. Sandals were slid onto her feet and her bag was off to the side... and in her hands was her bikini top, her generous bust laid bare without a hint of shame.
The unexpected sight made the Commander blush lightly, unable to not look at the Battleships' bust. She wasn't in the habit of checking out her subordinates, but Gascogne held a soft spot in her heart, and the stoic girl's curves were more attractive than she'd openly admit. She wasn't doing too bad in the chest department herself, but Gascogne's were bigger by a distinct margin, and looked as soft as marshmallows to boot.
''Gascogne is unable to tie the knot.'' Gascogne elaborated, snapping the Commander out of her near-blatant ogling. ''Please assist.''
''E-Erm, right...'' The Commander hastily nodded, cheeks rosy as she accepted the bikini top and gestured for Gascogne to turn around. ''You just slide it up like this, make sure your chest is in the cups right and it's a snug fit, then take your hands and... pinch these bits, then... tug, like this.''
With each instructing word the Commander helped put on the bikini top, punctuating her last word with a rough tug – tying the knot behind Gascogne's back. It was a bit lopsided so she tugged on the straps a few times, making sure it wasn't in any danger of slipping off, before finally she stepped back and got Gascogne to turn and face her.
''There!'' The Commander smiled brightly. ''All done~''
Gascogne blinked, looking down at herself. ''Understood. Knowledge stored for later implementation. Thank you for your assistance.''
''It's fine~'' The Commander merrily replied, taking one of Gascogne's slim hands in hers. ''Come on, let's go get some ice cream!''
''Understood; destination acquired...''
X-x-X
Together both Gascogne and the Commander toured around the beach, spending the day hand-in-hand.
At the Commander's behest they did all the usual beach things on offer. Getting some ice cream and causing Gascogne to have a 'blue screen' when she got a brain freeze, suntanning together on their towels after the Commander was coerced into rubbing some sunscreen on Gascogne's back, playing volleyball and getting hit in the face with multiple volleyballs from Admiral Hipper – even some nice swimming together, both happily ignoring San Diego as she swam away from an angry shark; everyone else at the beach remarkably unphased by the sight.
Hour by hour they went around, stopping only for a light picnic lunch with some of the others before continuing with their fun – until eventually the sun began to set on the golden beach, the sky turning into a beautiful amber hue. By that point a majority of being had left, those with children having already left and many couples also beginning to leave, gradually thinning the population of the beach until it was left only sparsely populated.
The Commander and her girls, however, still remained.
''Haah~''
With a drawn-out sigh the Commander stretched, standing up on her tippy-toes and stretching her arms up high, relishing the quiet pop as she worked out the kinks in her back. Cool air touched her skin, courtesy of the cave wall behind her – a cave discovered by a curious Gascogne just at the end of the beach, hidden partially by some weather-worn rocks. It wasn't anything too adventurous, just a small stream of water that trickled into the cave and ended in a small pool, with a smooth, slanted plateau of stone to the side, providing some space to lay down and rest.
Which is what the Commander found herself doing; sitting down on the smooth rock and leaning against the rough wall, relaxing in the shade. Gascogne was busy exploring the pool, poking around with a stick and watching the small sea critters within, her stoic expression only seeming cuter in that moment.
As if sensing her gaze Gascogne suddenly paused, looking up at her. The Commander smiled at her and gave a little wave, and after a second Gascogne stood up and climbed back up onto the plateau, abandoning her stick in the sparse stream. One step after another carried her closer before she eventually came to sit next to her, hands folded neatly in her lap... and then she laid her head on her shoulder.
''Gascogne?'' The Commander blinked, a slight pink flush colouring her cheeks.
Gascogne remained quiet for a moment before speaking. ''Rate of heartbeat accelerating. Serotonin and dopamine levels rising. Unknown pain in stomach region.''
The Commander became concerned. ''Did you eat something bad, maybe? Do you feel unwell?''
Another long pause. ''...negative. Sensation relative to elation. Muscles tightening as sensation progresses. Increased desire for Commander's touch.''
Confused the Commander took Gascogne's hand in hers, holding it. ''Does that make you feel better?''
''...desire is partially sated.'' Gascogne robotically replied. ''Desire remains.''
Her reply had the Commander furrowing her brows in confusion. ''I'm not sure then... do you want a hug, maybe?''
Gascogne nodded. Seeing that the Commander shifted slightly, snaking her arms around the bikini-wearing Battleship and hugging her, having to sit up slightly to manage it. Gascogne hugged her back, her chin coming to rest on her shoulder and her breath warm against her neck, sending an involuntary shiver throughout the Commander; unable to ignore the gentle curves of Gascogne's body from so close.
''Gascogne wants this to continue forever.'' The robotic Battleship murmured, nuzzling her neck.
The Commander squeaked; laughing the embarrassing sound off. ''Haha, we can't stay here forever...''
''Gascogne desires it.'' Gascogne replied. ''Extended physical contact with Commander required.''
The Battleship pushed against her, one leg sliding over her thighs – and to the Commander's embarrassment Gascogne leaned back from her neck, arms still loosely wrapped around her shoulders as she looked her in the eye. There was an intensity to her gaze that hadn't previously been there, pupils shifting slightly as she soaked in every inch of her visage.
''Realisation; Commander's gaze lingered for extended period of time on chest region.'' Gascogne then stated. ''Conclusion; Commander also desires physical contact.''
''E-Eh?! T-That's-!''
Too late. With a quiet shifting of her hands and usage of her fingers, Gascogne untied her bikini top – causing it to flutter and fall off of her chest. Thanks to her position the Commander found herself at eye-level with Gascogne's ample bust, her throat drying up as the soft-looking boobs were laid bare to her. From up close they looked even more alluring; Gascogne's skin still bearing droplets of water or sweat, giving her skin a smooth sheen to it.
''Declaration; Gascogne desires the Commander.'' Gascogne then stated, looking her in the eye. ''Gascogne's feelings are with zero margin of error. Desire for physical contact formed due to desire for Commander.''
It was then, through the haze of embarrassment, that it finally clicked in the Commander's mind. ''A-Are you... trying to say you love me?''
Gascogne blinked. ''Lacking definition for 'love'. Requesting definition.''
The Commander swallowed, the silence between them hanging as she looked Gascogne over, searching for an applicable way to describe it – to explain it to the robotic woman.
''...love is... a yearning.'' The Commander slowly began to speak. ''It's when you want to be with someone forever, that you want to hug and hold them, when just being with them is enough to make you happy... it's when your heart aches when you miss them, when you can put your trust in them without second-guessing them... it's when you want them so completely and utterly you're willing to give up things you care about just for them.''
Gascogne absorbed this information with a slow, thoughtful hum. ''Information noted. With current definition available, Gascogne concludes that love for Commander is true.''
The Commander blushed scarlet, smiling shakily up at the Battleship. ''A-Ah... are you sure? Like, really really sure?''
''Absolutely. Does the Commander require physical confirmation?''
''I-I guess-?''
The Commander didn't get another syllable out before Gascogne leaned down. The Battleship hugged her close, but due to her topless nature ended up squishing her ample bust against the Commander's face – the soft, pillowy softness smothering her. Despite that the Commander didn't resist it, a shiver lancing through her body as she tentatively laid her hands on Gascogne's butt, noting how soft it felt too. For such a robotic woman Gascogne had a very soft skin.
''Detecting abnormal heartbeat from Commander.'' Gascogne leaned back slightly, tilting her head cutely to the side. ''Is something wrong?''
The young woman swallowed, looking up at her subordinate. ''D... Do you know what people in love do, Gascogne?''
''Negative.''
''So I have to teach you?'' Her heartbeat quickened at the thought.
''Further information for current and future use would be necessary for continued emotional development, yes.''
The Commander shifted slightly, weighing her options. Part of it felt wrong, to teach Gascogne 'that'... but at the same time Gascogne was very clear in her feelings, and if she was being honest with herself Gascogne was a pretty woman. She had no qualms with doing 'it' with her; her only hang-up about it was that it felt like she was taking advantage of her naivety.
Soon, however, she came to a decision. ''...alright. Just tell me if you want to stop, okay?''
''Acknowledged.''
Smiling shyly the Commander slipped her right hand up, grazing it over Gascogne's smooth shoulder and slim neck, touching the back of it. ''...when you're with someone you like a lot, you kiss them, like this...''
A slight tug lured Gascogne down – and then their lips met. It was an awkward first kiss, her lips pushing up against Gascogne's soft, unmoving lips, the Battleship not sure about what to do. A murmured instruction was enough to get the stoic woman moving, her lips slowly pushing back and deepening the intimate kiss. Shivering in silent excitement the Commander slid her hand down to Gascogne's cheek, holding it as her lips smooched with Gascogne's.
The need for air made her lean back, breaking off the kiss with a soft exhale. Gascogne waited, curious, and after a few moments the Commander continued the kiss. The sound of them smooching rung in her ears excitedly, the lips that touched hers feeling so perfectly soft and smooth it only made kissing Gascogne more alluring. Her other hand however remained on Gascogne's ass, daringly giving it a tentative squeeze and coaxing out a low hum from the Battleship, her breasts pushing against the Commander's collarbone.
''Ahh...'' The Commander couldn't help herself; she leaned back from the kiss and pressed her face into Gascogne's bust. ''Mm...''
Gascogne made a thoughtful sound, laying a hand on the back of her head and pushing it into her breasts, emboldening the Commander and tempting her to kiss the soft, creamy flesh. One kiss after another trailed up Gascogne's chest before going back down the other tit, soon finding her pale pink nipple and taking it into her mouth, sucking on it – and the Commander had the pleasure of hearing Gascogne moan.
''Ah...'' The Battleship shuddered. ''Foreign sensation present... desire for further testing increased...''
The Commander readily provided more 'testing', sucking on the small nub more and poking it with her tongue, soon pushing and rolling the little nub about. More soft moans and exhales of air escaped Gascogne, the Battleship leaning back a touch and tempting the Commander to swap to her other nipple, giving that one a good suck too. By the time she pulled back both of Gascogne's nipples were shiny with saliva, and the Battleship herself looked distinctly aroused.
''Commander...'' Gascogne breathed, her chest heaving. ''Internal temperature rising... is this, normal...?''
''Yes...'' The Commander breathed back, sliding her hands up and groping both of Gascogne's breasts.
The Battleship watched her. ''...Commander's fascination with chest region unknown.''
She blushed. ''W-Well, they're just so... soft, you know?''
''Fascination remains poorly understood.''
The Commander chuckled sheepishly, squeezing Gascogne's boobs at the same time. The Battleship was content to just sit there and let her play with them, complying when the Commander lured her down into another kiss. Slowly the Commander's hands wandered south, trailing down Gascogne's slim sides and then to her ass, feeling it up before curving her right hand around, toying with the waistband of Gascogne's bikini bottoms.
''...remember, just tell me to stop if you want...'' The Commander demurely whispered.
''Understood.'' Gascogne replied mechanically.
Smiling faintly the Commander curved her right hand around, dipping it under the waistband. Warmth touched the back of her hand as she slipped it down into her bikini bottoms, cupping Gascogne's pussy and running her fingers over the Battleship's slit. Gascogne shivered slightly, a soft exhale passing her lips – before her breathing hitched as the Commander pushed two fingers inside of her.
Carefully the Commander eased her fingers inside, feeling the hot flesh that smothered her intruding fingers and scissoring her digits apart, stretching Gascogne's inner walls apart. At the same time she helped lift Gascogne up; the hand on her ass lifting her up a little before easing her down in front of the Commander – allowing her to move her fingers with greater ease.
''M-Mn...'' Gascogne visibly shuddered. ''C-Core temperature... rising... unfamiliar sensations present within reproductive section...''
The Commander's cheeks burned. ''D-Do you have to call it that?''
Gascogne opened her eyes, peering up at her. ''What would you prefer... Mn, Gascogne call it...?''
She knew well what she could call it, but the prospect was too embarrassing for the Commander to vocalise. ''...j-just say 'between legs' or something...?''
''Understood... hah...''
Cheeks aflame the Commander leaned in and kissed Gascogne, the Battleship reciprocating this time – their meshing lips partially muffling Gascogne's slow, aroused moans. Her inner walls clenched down around her fingers, the searing heat becoming wet with arousal. Heart thumping in her chest the Commander worked her fingers faster, pushing them back against the Battleship's clenching inner walls and swirling them around in circles, touching her all over and never failing to coax out a soft moan from Gascogne.
Heaving flesh drew the Commander's eyes up to Gascogne's boobs – and unable to contain herself the Commander grabbed one of them with her free hand, fondling it. Gascogne moaned, eyes shut and lips parted; giving the robotic woman a decidedly erotic visage. Reclaiming her lips in another kiss the Commander reignited the kiss, jerking her wrist and pumping her fingers into the Battleship's wet pussy with open eagerness.
''Hah, breathing... becoming more difficult... muscle convulsions... p-present...'' Gascogne struggled to get the words out.
''It's alright.'' The Commander gently replied, kissing along Gascogne's cheek. ''That's normal.''
Gascogne released a hot breath into her ear in response, the ticklish sensation leaving her shuddering. Need between her own legs left the Commander curling her toes, trying to stave off her own lust – but when she caught sight of Gascogne's idle hand she couldn't help it; releasing Gascogne's breast and grasping her wrist, guiding her hand between her own legs.
''Touch me too.'' The Commander whispered into Gascogne's ear.
''U-Understood...'' She groaned the words out.
A soft gasp fled the Commander throat as Gascogne grabbed her between the legs, her grip a bit rough but no less arousing. Slowing her own fingering down the Commander bit her lip, embarrassment flooding her cheeks as she enjoyed the Battleship's touch – whimpering when she groped her crotch several slow times. She didn't even finger her; she just open-palmed groped her. Gascogne soon dipped her fingers around the side of her bikini bottoms and tugged them aside, fingertips touching her own wet folds before curiously pushing inside the moment she could.
Shifting slightly both of them sat on their knees, moans spilling out of their moans before they muffled them by connecting their lips – moaning into each other's mouths as they fingered each other. The Commander eagerly pistoned her digits into Gascogne's slick sex, not failing to notice that Gascogne copied her movements. When she scissored her digits apart, Gascogne did the same. When she swirled her fingers around, so did Gascogne. And soon Gascogne began to implement her newfound knowledge, working her fingers with the added benefit of having greater strength; abling her to scissor her fingers without needing to slow down and rest for a moment.
''Haah~'' The Commander rested her head upon Gascogne's shoulder. ''Mn... ahh~''
Gascogne did the same for her – and the Commander gasped when the Battleship put her lips onto her neck, sucking. The wet suck ignited her nerves and shot a spasm through her body, a whimper of pure want passing her pursed lips. She rocked her hips on instinct, impaling herself upon Gascogne's thrusting fingers and feeling them squirm in deeper, rubbing her inner walls and teasing her weak spots, coaxing out short gasps and moans from her throat.
The Battleship took note of where her weak spots were, and aimed for them. Her fingertips rubbed and prodded the weak spots, stroking tiny circles upon them or pressing against them – the endless assault extracting a string of moans from the Commander's throat, her lips clumsily touching Gascogne's ear and moaning into it. Gascogne tightened sharply around her fingers in response, her arousal evident despite no words being said.
''Hah... haah...'' Gascogne breathed against her neck, breath hot. ''C-Cognitive ability... hampered... muscle tightening in pelvic region... unknown... p-pressure... mounting...''
The slow, stuttering words felt so very erotic against the Commander's lips, in no small part thanks to the whining tone Gascogne used; too out-of-breath to speak normally. Emboldened by the sound the Commander plunged her fingers into Gascogne with renewed vigour, slapping her palm up against the Ship-Girl's pelvis and scissoring her fingers as far apart as possible, relishing the moan that tumbled out of Gascogne's mouth and bounced off of the cave walls.
Then the Commander put her thumb to work, stroking Gascogne's folds until she found her clit – rubbing the little bundle of nerves vigorously. Nigh-instantly Gascogne seized up, a gasp of pleasure escaping the robotic woman as her nerves ignited. Her inner walls quivered and clenched around the Commander's digits, her slick insides squeezing and seizing around them, only growing tighter when she scissored her digits apart.
''C-Core temperature... p-peaking...!'' Gascogne's monotone voice trembled, inhaling a sharp breath – and then buckled. ''H-Haah~!''
Honey squirted out around the Commander's thrusting fingers, soaking them. Eagerly the Commander kept pumping them into her wet hole, feeling her fleshy inner walls spasm and clench up, failing to stop her from scissoring her fingers apart and extending Gascogne's very first orgasm. The fingers within her own pussy spasmed and curled, eliciting a whimper from the Commander, the swollen need within her staved off only barely.
Then with a shaky exhale Gascogne began to relax, her muscles loosening with a slow moan of pleasure. The Commander smiled at the sweet sound and pulled her fingers out, embarrassment fluttering up her body as she peeked down and found her fingers soaking wet and glistening. Gascogne breathlessly mimicked her action, withdrawing her fingers and leaving the Commander so very near her own climax, the itch within her not yet sated.
Something that Gascogne perhaps noticed. ''Commander... did not achieve it also?''
The Commander blushed and chuckled sheepishly, tucking some hair over her shoulder. Rather than speak she instead sat back, one hand on the back of Gascogne's neck and luring the Battleship down until she was on top of her. Then with a bashful smile the Commander untied her bikini bottoms, wriggling them off of her legs and leaving herself bottomless; her glistening pussy bare to the curious Ship-Girl.
''Use your tongue.'' The Commander's stomach twisted at the lewd proposition. ''Just... lick, aha...''
Blinking Gascogne obeyed, shifting down and moving her head between the Commander's parted thighs. Hot breath teased the Commander's folds and she couldn't restrain her whimper of want, helpfully putting two fingers on her sex and spreading herself open, inviting Gascogne in – an invitation that Gascogne accepted, her tongue pushing inside her honeyed sex and wriggling in deep.
''Mm~!'' The Commander buckled sharply and gasped, her knees jerking inwards on reflex before she forcefully opened them again.
Laying her right hand upon Gascogne's head the Commander pushed her in, openly moaning as the Battleship curiously moved her tongue around in a circle, stroking her inner walls with ticklish slowness. Tingling pleasure spread throughout her insides, her clit aching with want and only briefly sated when Gascogne unintentionally brushed it with her nose, the slight movement tempting her to pull Gascogne closer.
''L-Lick there too...'' The Commander whispered, too embarrassed to even say what 'it' was.
Mercifully Gascogne understood, her tongue ravenously assaulting her clit – stroking up it and extracting a gasp of pleasure from the Commander's lips, her head tipping back. Many more licks followed the first, and a hastily-muffled cry fled the Commander when Gascogne sucked on her clit, the suction making her hips buckle sharply. Her hands came up and landed upon her thighs, spreading her legs open a little wider and letting Gascogne stroke her slit more.
''...does this 'feel good', Commander?'' Gascogne murmured questioningly.
''Y-Yes~!'' The Commander cried the words out, a sharp bolt teasing its way up her pelvis. ''D-Don't stop~!''
Gascogne obeyed, her tongue invading her pussy once more and exploring her insides, swirling around. Every little lick felt pleasurable enough on its own but the prior fingering had drained her of most of her stamina, leaving her inner walls seizing and clenching around the Battleship's hungry tongue, unable to hold her breath for more than a few seconds before a moan forced its way out of her throat, the lewd sounds encouraging Gascogne to continue.
''Ah, haah~!'' Her legs buckled inwards. ''G-Gascogne!''
Honey gushed out as her orgasm hit, and hit hard. The Commander's mind went white and it was all she could do to hold onto Gascogne's head, intimately feeling the tongue that swirled and lapped around her insides, lapping up the honey she squirted. It was all she could do to ride out her orgasm, toes curled and legs jerking every few seconds as electric bolts shot down them.
Until soon her high passed, and she turned into molten putty; moaning dumbly as she spilled herself across the cave floor. Only then did Gascogne cease her ministrations, a curious look on her face as she sat back up, her lips and chin wet with her juices. She licked her lips clean and wiped her chin clean, tasting her juices.
''Current view of Commander appeals to Gascogne.'' The Battleship reported aloud. ''Desire partially sated. Desire remains.''
The Commander puffed out a breathless laugh, putting her elbows under herself and sitting up, smiling at the Battleship. ''Did you, enjoy that?''
''Indeed. Core temperature exceeded normal limits and triggered abnormal levels of oxytocin.'' Gascogne tilted her head. ''In other words, Gascogne enjoyed it, yes.''
The Commander giggled. ''Then... wanna try something else?''
''Gascogne would, yes.''
Maintaining her smile the Commander shifted close, whispering to Gascogne and prompting the Battleship to obey – untying her bikini bottoms and discarding them without a second's thought. The Commander's cheeks burned as she openly gazed down, admiring the glistening folds between Gascogne's legs before snapping herself out of it. She shifted herself onto her rear and carefully slipped one of Gascogne's legs over hers, doing the inverse as well; until their legs were locked together.
''Put your hands behind you...'' The Commander instructed gently. ''And move your hips... l-like this... Mn...''
A shudder lanced through Gascogne as the Commander pushed herself against her – scissoring with her. Nodding slowly Gascogne mimicked the motion in tandem with the Commander, both women moaning as their pussies rubbed together. Gascogne put more force into her hips while the Commander had more experience, the contrast allowing them to slide and scissor together with passionate ease, their clits rubbing together every few moments.
Unable to quell her moans the Commander covered her mouth instead, bucking her hips to try and match Gascogne's movements. Their folds glistened with arousal and helped them grind together easier – a movement made even easier when Gascogne suddenly grabbed ahold of one of her legs, grunting and rocking her hips with hypnotic rolls of her hips. The Commander traced up Gascogne's stomach with her eye, watching the muscles go taut each time she rolled her hips, or how her plump breasts heaved with each tight breath, her lips pursing and loosening with each subsequent exhale.
''Mn, Commander...'' Gascogne groaned out, head lolling back.
Smiling shaking the Commander reached out with her free hand, taking one of Gascogne's in her own and squeezing it. The Battleship held her hand tightly, sitting up more as she kept working her hips, scissoring against her. Then when the Commander least expected it Gascogne moved a hand down between their sweaty bodies, fingers pressing down upon her clit and rubbing it.
''Ah~!'' The Commander gasped out, fiery pleasure racing through her nerves. ''T-That...! Mn~!''
Pleasure spiked as Gascogne drew a circle around her clit, the simple act igniting her nerves worse than if she touched it directly. Gascogne took note of that, puffing out short breaths as she kept moving her hips at the same time, making sure to grind her clit against the Commander's where possible – the brief burst of tingling pleasure that came with it leaving them both moaning, voices almost becoming hoarse from how much they'd been doing it.
Eager to pay the robotic woman back the Commander untangled their hands, and went for Gascogne's breast – groping her left one lustfully. A low mewl passed Gascogne's lips and bubbled up into a louder one when she flicked her nipple, the Battleship's quiet visage twisting into one of demure pleasure. Emboldened by the sight the Commander did it more, teasing her nipple between hefting her tit about, unable to get enough of how soft and plump it felt in her hand.
''M-Muscles tightening... once more, C-Commander...'' Gascogne struggled to get the words out; rasping out each laboured breath. ''Hah, h-haah...''
The Commander didn't dare to reply; lips pursed and eyes screwing shut, the heat between her legs rising and rising as she kept scissoring with the beautiful Battleship – until finally the friction became too much, and she came.
''Ah~!'' She cried out, throwing her head back and wildly bucking her hips forth, grinding herself against Gascogne and feeling her buckle – only peripherally aware of the Battleship climaxing with her.
Their lower bodies shifted, pushing and pressing together, carrying out their fevered movements in the heat of the moment – until the Commander couldn't take it and flopped back with a gasp, seizing against the floor as orgasmic waves of pleasure washed over her endlessly. Her toes curled and she jerked her legs out from Gascogne's, and the moment she could she shut her legs with a slow moan, cupping her hypersensitive pussy and humping her hand, riding out the last of her powerful climax.
Dimly she heard Gascogne moving about, the Battleship's heavy breathing intimately audible. The Commander just kept staring at the ceiling of the cave, chest heaving in fresh lungfuls of air and her mind thoroughly fried – snapping out of her daze only when Gascogne shifted into her line-of-sight, face rosy and lips parted.
''Is Commander... deficient in motivation to continue?''
''You could say that.'' The Commander moaned tiredly, extending her arms. ''Hug me~''
Gascogne obeyed, snaking her arms under her sweaty back and holding her close, their chests squishing together. For what felt like a small eternity they stayed like that, holding onto each other and just catching their breaths, the moment a decidedly intimate one.
Until a shadow loomed near the entrance of the cave, and a teasing voice broke the silence.
''Ara~? Look what we have here~''
The Commander squeaked, cheeks blossoming a renewed red as she spotted Atago stood at the entrance, cheeks a light pink but a saucy smirk curled at her lips, oozing teasing intent. The cruiser was wearing a swimsuit of her own and had clearly been looking for them for some time, but any thoughts of returning them to the main group was now quite clearly shelved.
Her train of thought, however, was thoroughly derailed when Gascogne hugged her to her chest possessively, gazing hard at Atago. ''Commander is Gascogne's now. You are not permitted to love her while she is Gascogne's.''
''E-Eh?! G-Gascogne?!''
''Eheh, I understand~ I'll leave you two to your private time~''
''W-Wait, don't leave me like this~!''
Gascogne would proceed to cuddle with her for another full hour, stopping only when the Commander gave up and fell asleep in Gascogne's arms.
[END]